Baker Street Charterers

On the way to the clinic early the next morning, Nora deliberately made a detour to the newsstand, searched around, and then fixed her eyes on the "London Star" in the corner.

She bought the newspaper without hesitation, spread it out, and looked for it as she walked.

Soon she found the article "Rising Stars in the Detective World--The Untold Story of Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Nora Sharp" published by Miss Mary Pace.

Nora was silent for a long time when she saw the title, took a deep breath, and continued to read it patiently.

Fortunately, although Ms. Mary Pace is suspected of being a headline party, almost all the materials used are real. The reason why I say "almost" rather than all of them comes from the eye-catching words interspersed by this sharp-tongued female reporter. few comments.

"Miss Nora Sharp wears weird men's clothes in her life and work, but she is more valuable than her youthful beauty. She is endowed with a capable temperament that London ladies rarely see." Next to it is a picture of her alone, with long curly hair and a shawl, Looking directly at the camera, there is a slight smile on his face, but the wildness and publicity in his pupils are ready to come out.

Nora couldn't help but nodded, but she soon realized that this was just a trick of the reporter's desire to restrain herself, and she was speechless——

Mary Pace points out: "While Nora Sharp has described her encounters with Mr Sherlock Holmes and John Watson in detail, I still doubt whether it was her deliberate move to share a house with two single men. Which gentleman is she falling in love with, the brilliant doctor John Watson, or the brilliant Sherlock Holmes? No matter who she chooses in the end, there is no doubt that her future is very bright."

"..." Nora almost choked on her saliva.

She continued to watch, and the more she watched, the more she couldn't laugh or cry.

"Nora Sharp has gone out with single men to investigate cases together several times, and an indelible tacit understanding and friendship have been established between the three, but the author believes that in this threesome, Sherlock Holmes and Nora Sharp still played the leading role. The more critical role, the kind of unspeakable eye contact makes the author have to wonder whether there is a deeper and more intimate connection between them. As we all know, the bachelor Sherlock Holmes has never brought any women to appear in any occasion, should we congratulate them?"

Nora walked into the clinic with the newspaper in her hands trembling, just in time to meet Cleveland floating down from upstairs.He watched his subordinates walk past him with a shocked expression that was beyond words, then noticed the newspaper in her hand, paused, trying to make himself look more friendly, but he thought his tone was gentle, but in fact he was stiff and dry Barely asked, "What's in the newspaper, Norma."

Nora replied immediately, "There is nothing to see about Mr. Hawke."

"..." Cleveland stared at her for a moment, then held out his hand.

"..." Nora looked at him warily.

"Salary deduction." Cleveland said lightly.

"..." The employee who was caught at the Achilles' heel had to hand over the newspaper in grief and anger. Cleveland lowered his head, browsed through it roughly, and finally looked at her with strange eyes, "Did you accept the interview?"

"...This is not the point."

Cleveland looked down again, and finally said oh, flatly, "You're in love with Sherlock Holmes."

It's completely flattering.

When Nora heard this, she was so powerless that her head fell to the floor, "This is a gossip newspaper, Mr. Hawke, you must never believe what a gossip reporter says."

Cleveland glanced at her, "You live with Sherlock Holmes?"

"……Yes."

"Work on the case together?"

"……Uh……"

"Share every suspicious homicide?"

"..."

Cleveland nodded, "You're in love."

In order to prove what he said was true, he pointed to the photo below with conclusive evidence. It was a photo of Sherlock Holmes and Nora. Both of them were looking directly at the camera with a knowing smile on their faces.

Nora didn't understand why these points could explain the weird fact that she and Holmes were in a relationship. She tried to refute with other evidence, "Mr. Holmes is seven years older than me."

Cleveland was silent for a while, and finally remembered that he didn't know the age of the employees, so he couldn't help asking, "How old are you this year?"

"... about... 20 years old?" Nora was not sure.

Cleveland nodded, and said as a matter of course, "My uncle Alexander Hawke's new third wife is this year, and he is 20 years older than her."

Nora, who was completely unable to refute, was dejected.

Cleveland patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, "Age is not a problem, as long as it does not affect work, the clinic does not prohibit dating."

Nora looked at him speechlessly, then curled her lips in compromise, and walked into the anatomy room to start a new day of work.

Cleveland stared at the backs of the employees, and turned his head to see the newspaper abandoned by Nora on the table. The woman in the picture above had a soft smile, was wearing a well-fitting and elegant black dress, and her hair was naturally curled in a rare way, a look he had never seen before. .

After thinking about it, he still picked up the newspaper, rolled it up carefully, then raised his head, and walked slowly towards the door.

……

After returning home from get off work, as expected, Nora greeted everyone in the room with meaningful smiles except Holmes.

The "London Star" was laid out on the coffee table, and the photos on it were so familiar that Nora almost didn't even look at it, and then smiled wryly and spread her hands, "I'm ready for your teasing, guys."

Watson laughed loudly, "Actually, what the newspaper said was true. The co-handlers 'Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Miss Nora Sharp look like a perfect match'."

Mrs. Hudson covered her mouth and said with a smile, "Actually, you can think about each other. You are both excellent people in my opinion."

Nora subconsciously looked at Sherlock Holmes. The rumored actor seemed to be immersed in the beautiful and soothing music world of violin music with his eyes closed, completely ignoring their conversation.

She couldn't help sighing, and pushed back jokingly, "Sherlock doesn't like me...God bless, his world is already filled with esoteric mysteries, old books and violins from all over the world. These elders compete for favor."

Holmes paused his fingers, as if his inspiration had been interrupted, his gray eyes swept across her, and he raised his eyebrows slightly. After deliberating for a while, he said in that slow, deep and gentle voice, "You should treat yourself more. Be confident, Nora Sharp."

Nora was taken aback.

"Hmm...I mean, even if 'Sherlock Holmes' doesn't like you, Nora Sharp, who is 'extremely intelligent', won't find a good home." Holmes quoted the reporter's original words, he The gray pupils stared at her quietly for a few seconds, then moved away and drooped, his tone remained steady, "Of course, the content in the newspaper is not our intention, and I believe you won't mind."

The atmosphere stagnated inexplicably. Watson and Mrs. Hudson looked at each other tacitly, and then their eyes moved to Nora who was obviously taken aback.

Her emerald green eyes looked at him strangely for a while, she was silent for a while, then she smiled indifferently, shrugged habitually, and said in a relaxed tone, "Mind? No, of course I don't mind. Caring about other people's gossip is the same as in the past. A needle in my soul, and I would certainly not do such a foolish and unappealing thing, Holmes."

After finishing speaking, she nodded to Watson and Mrs. Hudson, and said in a slightly tired low voice, "I'm going upstairs first, and I've dealt with two corpses today...Patient, I need a good rest, I don't need to prepare my dinner, Mrs. Hudson. "

The landlord nodded belatedly. Seeing Nora's back gradually disappearing at the end of the stairs, he turned his head and murmured, "Sherlock, you really don't know how to talk to girls."

Watson nodded very agreeably, "I agree with Miss Marypace very much now, Sherlock, you will undoubtedly be lonely for the rest of your life if you continue like this."

Holmes, who was inexplicably lost in thought, seemed to be awakened now. He sneered indifferently, and looked through the window and fell outside to a couple hugging each other by the Thames. After staring for a long time, he said to himself in a low voice. Muttered like talking to himself, "...Lonely life?..."